the wind blew under my skin
wraping me with a thousand sin
melodies stabbed me with every single note
forced me to crawl in that alienated role
the smell on my bed tied me up
to a lost present and springless seasons
as the clouds took their shapes
and the ships chose to veil
emptiness ruled…
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emptiness rules.
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